Hattori Duanji: "Hey! I'll be on my way now."
"Bang!"
At the moment the door closed, Hashimoto Chiyoko finally reopened her eyes, and she collapsed on the sofa as if all her strength had been drained, gasping for air, with sweat drenching her entire body.
Aoyama Xiu Xin walked up and pulled off the coat that was covering her, "Miss Chiyoko, are you okay?"
"idiot!" Seeing daylight once again, Hashimoto Chiyoko squinted, trying to adjust her eyes, and then glared at him with a mix of shame and anger, grinding her teeth as she muttered a curse under her breath.
She had never felt so embarrassed like she did today.
But occasionally trying something new was quite thrilling.
Aoyama Xiu Xin, with a smile that wasn't quite a smile, said, "Seems like you're not doing too bad. Don't worry, he didn't know it was you under the clothes. To the public, you'll always be the brave, just, and pure Journalist Hashimoto."
...
Time quickly moved on to the evening.
